"'And what did you see?' I asked.
"'I saw,' said he, 'a fine woman just being finished, because she only wanted one peg, which a young worker was fitting in with energy. Directly she was finished she turned round, spoke to, and kissed her manufacturer.'
"'Have your supper,' said I; and the same night I returned into Burgundy, and left him with his mother, being sorely afraid that at the first town he might want to fit a peg into some girl."
"These children often make these sort of answers," said the Parisian. "One of my neighbour's children revealed the cuckoldom of his father by a reply. One day I asked, to see if he was well instructed at school in religious matters, 'What is hope?' 'One of the king's big archers, who comes here when father goes out,' said he. Indeed, the sergeant of the Archers was named Hope. My friend was dumbfounded at this, and, although to keep his countenance he looked in the mirror, he could not see his horns there."
The baron observed that the boy's remark was good in this way: that Hope is a person who comes to bed with us when the realities of life are out of the way.
"Is a cuckold made in the image of God?" asked the Burgundian.
"No," said the Parisian, "because God was wise in this respect, that he took no wife; therefore is He happy through all eternity."
"But," said the maid-servant, "cuckolds are made in the image of God before they are horned."
Then the three pilgrims began to curse women, saying that they were the cause of all the evils in the world.
"Their heads are as empty as helmets," said the Burgundian.